
Husband One Night 71
By Sept
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[He never cried all this time, let alone the men's problem. Looks like, his time as a parent, I have to step in!]
The officer was sitting in the living room, waiting for the aide he told to bring a suspicious looking man in front of their house.
While Jeandana, he who rarely sulked now stroked spoiled on the arm of the father.
"Is it the man outside who made you cry?"
[Don't let papa know, I harbored a feeling for Mr. Dika. Until you know, she'll be very disappointed because I like people's husbands]
Jean starts to fidget, be honest or better lie. If he is honest, then everything will be in trouble. Is it better to sacrifice Rayyan outside his house?
"Jean! You hear Papa?"
"Hmmm!"
"Who is he? Why go home and you cry for it?"
"Nobody, just a widower," chirped Jean who had already made a choice. He would sacrifice Rayyan alone, not wanting the Papa to know Radika's problem. It feels too evil to drag the already happy family.
"Young? HOLY JEEZ! Is there no other man? Papa can introduce you to a man who is more than that. Actually Papa has been wanting to introduce you to him for a long time. He just got back from Lebanon! Papa's sure you must like your friend Papa's son!" said the Officer confidently.
"Pa! It's Jeandana! Not sitii Nurbaya!" jeandana Protest.
Where would he be betrothed, let alone never know before. Like buying a cat in a sack. Mending she's just an old virgin. Not so easy, he opened his heart again. His heart just broke into pieces. It takes time to move on.
"Don't refuse before you look! Because you happened to come home, Papa will arrange your meeting tomorrow. Papa doesn't like you being involved with a widower!"
"Pa!"
"Don't fight, try first. He's someone who might be able to protect you after Papa isn't around!"
"Yeah!" This time Jeandana's voice weakened. He could at least refute the age-bearing kalao of the father.
Now, Jean could only take a long breath. While waiting for the adjutant the father entered with Rayyan.
Outside the house
Rayyan was surprised when someone came out of the gate, a tall athletic figure and wearing a black neat attack approached her car.
[Jean! It's not just you who are mysterious. It seems, the entire inhabitants of this house are just like you]
Rayyan continued to observe, until the man knocked on the windshield of his front car.
Tok tok tok tok
.....
Rayyan opened the window door, then tried to smile at the man with the stern face.
[You should smile back, when someone else smiles at you!]
Rayyan's smile turned bitter as the man in front of her did not change his expression. Stay stiff and look firm.
"Come, Sir. Login ... The officer is waiting for you."
[Who else, Officer? I only know Jeandana!]
"Come!"
He almost tripped, shocked to see a large photo hanging on the front wall of the room. There was a large picture of Jeandana, standing next to a chair. While the figure sitting on the chair, it looks like not just anyone.
[Am I going home?]
Rayyan went into a fizzle, looking at the fact she just got. The uniform worn by the figure of the man he assumed was Jeandana's father, withered him before developing. There are many stars in the uniform.
[I think I went in the wrong house]
"Come, Master!"
The adjutant remarks of Pak Officers made Rayyan aware of the daydream, the man now looks stiff when they are in the living room. Moreover, there was a pair of eyes looking at him with a sharp gaze.
"Sit down!" tell Pak Officer firmly.
Rayyan then sat down, the man then looked towards Jean who was still sitting next to her papa.
"Why are you stalking our house?" accuse Officer Pak. Because he knew Rayyan's status as a widower, he became less respect. His daughter is a precious hidden diamond. It doesn't feel like he's letting go of a second guy like Rayyan.
"Om misunderstanding! I'm not stalking. I just want to make sure Jean gets home safely" Rayyan said.
He did not want any misunderstanding, if the man in front of him was angry. Felling Rayyan said she would go straight to the hospital.
"Really, Jean? Is this guy the one who made you cry?" the officer asked with an intimidating look at Rayyan. Yang asked Jeandana, who can look gloomy but Rayyan.
[Crying? This steel-strong woman could cry?]
Rayyan finally looked at Jeandana's face fixedly. Yes, indeed the woman's eyes are a little puffy.
"Grand ... !" The officer cleared his throat as he watched Rayyan continue to stare at his daughter.
"Don't expect anything from Jeandana! I have prepared a suitable husband for her. So, please ... stay away from my son!" said Mr. Officer firmly.
Jean, who had been silent before, looked at the father.
"Pa! Jean doesn't want to! Jean already has another man in Jean's heart!" sela Jeandana who does not want to be betrothed.
Rayyan gulped, she knew very well the figure that Jeandana meant. Must be a married man, who is none other than his own brother. However, the next statement made by the Officer made him stunned.
"What good is a widower like him?" sent Pak Perwira was angry while staring at Rayyan. He will have a shadow, have a daughter-in-law who is ranked and great and can be proud of, at least one level in his subordinates. Not an ordinary civilian man without rank, let alone the status of a widower. Rayyan really didn't get into the criteria.
Rayyan's still in shock, is it that bad in Jeandana's father's eyes? Maybe the Officer doesn't know who he is yet. Although not an officer with a star rank lined up on his clothes. He is the CEO of a large company Dirgantara Group.
The second son of the Wiratmaja Dirgantara family who is not less charmed by the man with stars who was raised by the Officer.
Rayyan grew increasingly clueless as Jeandana suddenly stepped up and moved into a sitting position. The woman sat right next to him.
You are betrothed to a foreign man, lazy if you have to date and do this. Jean makes Rayyan a tool.
"Papa don't have to mate with Jean anymore. We had a little misunderstanding, and it must have been a normal and commonplace when dating. Isn't that right, Ray?"
Jean stared with a serious face at Rayyan as her foot accidentally stepped on Rayyan's foot as code.
[Syll! You set me up!]
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